Date: 30 January 1999
From: Billy Boy
Subject: Woodland fantasy. Gay. Anal. Cum. Urine.
A WALK IN THE WOODS
By Billy Boy
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A note from the author: This story is here for the reading. You may use
it and abuse it all you wish. It is not suitable for minors, so if you're
under the legal age of consent don't read it!
Copyright 1999 Billy Boy.
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Spring. The time of year I was drawn to this part of the woods. Warm
wind in the trees, rippling sunlight playing on the forest floor like
sparkling water. If I closed my eyes I could almost imagine I was listening
to waves lapping gently at the sea-shore. No other part of the woods gave
me the same feeling and no other time of year felt the same. It had been so
for about three years now.
It's difficult to explain but I will try to as best I can. When I
moved to the little cottage I now call home I felt an affinity with the
surroundings. I knew I wanted to live there before I had even seen the
inside of the building. I was surrounded by open meadow, orchards that had
not been tended for at least 15 years and over one hundred acres of private
woodland that I had unlimited access to. It was like a dream come true. I
moved there in April, as Spring was in full swing, and I took to walking in
the woods every day.
Over the back, near the field that would be full of barley later in
the year, was an area that I found myself drawn to time and time again. It
took a couple of weeks before I realised that this was becoming my
favourite 'neck of the woods'. Whenever I was here I began to feel randy,
but randy in a way I don't usually feel. There was a feeling of not being
alone, as if I were turned-on by someone being there with me, rather than
just because I was having randy thoughts. When I touched myself it was as
if I were being touched by someone else and when I came it was with a power
I had rarely experienced before. Sometimes I would shoot a huge load
without once touching myself.
It took some time before I started to think about this, my imagination
seemed to have escalated somewhat since moving here, maybe it was the
surroundings - being so close to nature. My calligraphy had also come on in
leaps and bounds since I had been here, enabling me to use it for
commercial purposes and earn some money from it at last. But there was an
overpowering feeling that I was not alone, that it wasn't just imagination.
There was an unseen presence in the trees that I was not afraid of ... it
turned me on but I was not afraid of it. Sounds would betray its presence
as I walked but when I looked there was nothing there. It did cross my mind
that I was losing it, going potty. Anyone in their right mind would tell me
it was just fancy ... daydreams. This feeling persisted through the Spring
into early summer and was gone. It didn't return until Spring the following
year. By the third year I was curious as to why I only felt the unseen
presence during those particular weeks.
About mid-April this year I walked out one day wearing just my shorts.
The sun was blazing out of a cloudless sky and it was warmer than usual for
the time of year. I strolled along by the stream soaking up the suns rays
and feeling the air on my naked skin. My nipples stood out like little
buttons and the fine hairs on my body were raised in the cool breeze. I ran
my hands over my chest and stomach, the sensuous feeling turning me on as I
walked. My hand found its way into my shorts and slid under my balls and
around the base of my shaft. I started to swell and thicken as blood pumped
into the tissue of my cock. I found myself in the trees near the back of
the woods and settled into the long grass and slipped off my shorts. The
sensation of the cool, soft, grass on my ass and legs was a real turn-on,
caressing my thighs, calves and buttocks all at once. I lay back and
enjoyed the feel of my growing erection, the breeze playing around the head
as my foreskin drew back naturally and exposed it. Sleepily I played my
hands over my body, caressing and pinching, squeezing and pulling.
Gradually I realised there had been movement nearby, I had been so lost in
my play I hadn't noticed. It felt difficult to look up and when a hand
touched me lightly I was not surprised.
Fingers ran gently up and down my torso, sending needles of delight
through my body from tip to toe. Suddenly I felt completely helpless and my
arms dropped to the ground at my sides, my legs falling apart, my eyes half
closed. The figure moved and through my lashes I could make out a solid
man, solid in the sense of muscular without being pumped-up, these were
necessary muscles! Hair covered most of his body, appearing most dense on
his lower half than on his chest. The hair on his head was thick and dark
and two curls stuck out from his forehead like little horns. He was naked.
I lay there, unable to move while this stranger took my body. His
hands were hot, and I mean temperature hot, and they were strong and
gentle. He knew just where to touch me, he knew how much to touch me and he
knew how much pressure to use. I was in seventh heaven. His body smelt damp
and earthy and this turned me on even more. When he knelt between my legs
and lay his body on mine I almost shot my load there and then. The feel of
this powerful body over mine, his rough chest and flat hard stomach was so
hot I almost passed out. He slid down the length of my body and a warm, wet
mouth closed over my cockhead. His tongue darted into my piss slit and
flicked at the skin attaching my foreskin to the shaft. My cock stiffened
and pulsed. His fingers tightened around my shaft and he began to swallow
me. His nose pressed against my pubic bone and I could feel his chin on my
balls. Slowly he moved upward and then swallowed me again, going up and
down on my hard dick. I could see spittle glistening on it. He had a
powerful suck and when I felt my orgasm rising it was as if he was sucking
it out of me. I came in a continuous stream, there was no pumping and
spurting, it was one long cum that went on longer than usual. At first I
wasn't sure whether I was pissing instead. He carried on sucking after I
had shot my load and incredibly I felt myself harden again before I had
gone soft.
Strong hands lifted my legs and threw my ankles over his shoulders, my
butt lifted off the floor. As he positioned himself I caught sight of the
most massive cock I had ever seen. It reared up in front of him, long and
strong. It was perfectly straight and perfectly proportioned, the mushroom
shaped head bulging red and wet. Normally I would have been very afraid if
I had been threatened with a tool that big. I like cock but there are
limits to what I can take and looking back now I reckon he was at least a
foot long if not more. I closed my eyes and lay back to take whatever he
had to give. My sphincter parted and that enormous cockhead popped
inside. He pushed in slowly without pausing, the breath leaving my body as
he filled me to somewhere under my lungs. I felt every inch of that
wonderful dick as it climbed its way up into my guts, filling and
stretching me. He drew out to the tip and then slammed in again. With no
preliminaries he began to fuck me like a wild animal, plunging in to the
hilt, slapping my ass with his hips, driving me backwards on the grass so
that he had to crawl on his knees to keep up with me. I could hear someone
grunting and I thought it was him as he fucked my ass canal but I soon
realised it was **me*. The sound left my throat each time he hit the top of
my guts and my prostate with that battering ram of his.
Electric shocks prickled through my body like needles, shooting down
my legs and into my head. Flashes of light played before my eyes and waves
of pleasure washed over me. My balls contracted (I know this because they
do every time I cum) and I blasted a slow motion jet of semen into the
air. I came and came and came. Long streams of spunk climbed upward in long
pulsating ropes. It felt like I wasn't going to stop cumming ... and at
that moment I didn't want to! Each time he sank his erect fuck-muscle in my
ass I shot out a geyser of creamy jizz. I was cumming in time with his
thrusting. This seemed to go on for ages and I still hadn't stopped when he
let out a roar, threw back his head and sprayed the entire inside of my
body with hot, scalding, lava.
Boiling semen erupted from his man-meat, the walls of my passage
pulsating with the swelling and contracting of his shaft. He buried himself
deep, pressing his body against mine as his cock filled me completely. Wad
after wad exploded in my stomach and I was still cumming myself. I don't
know how long it went on for but after a while his juices started to flow
out of me, running over my butt and trickling round to the small of my back
and the base of my spine. His hips rocked gently as he unloaded his nuts
inside me. My cock was still spurting cum, although not quite so high. When
I eventually stopped I felt spent, wasted. My body was limp and in his
control. I could do nothing but lay there and take it.
His tool stayed as hard as when he had first entered me and as his
ejaculation subsided he began to pick up his rhythm again. His strokes
building up to a deep, hard, thrusting that was hammering against my
trigger. He fucked continuously, slowing only when he shot gallons of spunk
up my ass. I was overflowing by now and loud slurping, sucking, noises
accompanied his deep arse work. I remember cumming again and then again. I
fired repeated salvos of hot, thick, cream that splashed onto my face and
torso. I don't know how many times I shot my load but I **do* know I have
never cum so much in my life ... I didn't know where it was all cumming
from. Just as I was sure I was out of seed I realised that this ejaculate
wasn't jizz. I was pissing. The onslaught on my prostate was too much and
my bladder emptied itself all over me and the woodland floor. I really was
spent now.
I wasn't aware of when he left, only that I was getting my ass fucked
over and over again. My butt was wet with excess spunk, as were his hips
where it squirted back out of me. I don't know how many times he pumped me
full of his jizz, I lost count there too. When I was able to move again I
put my hand down there and touched my sore, gaping, hole. Thick fluid
seeped out onto the grass, I was so full I was still leaking. I put my
fingers to my face and smelt him. It was the same smell of damp earth and
soil. I put my fingers to my lips and tasted him. It was nectar, sweet,
slighty salty and thick like honey. I tasted some more and it was maple
syrup. I fingered my hole gently and felt how wide it had been stretched, I
could slip my finger in without touching the sides. I hadn't even been
aware of his cock withdrawing from me.
I spent the next two days half-believing that I had dreamt everything.
The other half of me said I hadn't ... the half that could still feel his
shaft driving into me, opening me up and hammering my guts ... the half
that could feel my open fuck-hole, not quite closed after being forced
apart. I was confused. This wasn't real, it couldn't be, but it was. I
returned to the same spot on the next three days but there was nothing, not
even the feeling that he was out there somewhere. But on the fourth
day...............
That was when I learned I hadn't been dreaming...............!
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This story was written from a fantasy I used to have when I lived in a
place very like the one in this story. I often felt that I was not alone
while walking in certain areas of the woods and I nearly always got
turned-on in the open air ... still do. If you liked this story and have a
similar, fantasy-oriented mind (or even just a dirty one), please email me
with any ideas or fantasies of your own. I would be very interested in
hearing them, particularly ones of the outdoors and of mythical beings or
creatures.
Billy Boy
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